lan felt a sudden tightness in his chest as he heard those words. "What's going on?"

The servant continued through her sobs, "Ms. Leonora was here earlier. I don't know what she said to Mr. Reed, but by the time I got back to the room, he was foaming at the mouth, pale as a ghost. It looked like he was gone."

lan immediately hung up and grabbed Clara's hand. His icy grip held Clara's hand firmly. A dark premonition suddenly rose in his heart.

When he pulled Clara away, she knew something was wrong and immediately asked, "What's happened? Is it Grandpa Reed? Is he not well?"

lan looked at her with a complex expression. "Clara, no matter what happens, you have to trust me, okay?"

Clara felt her eyes welling up. "What's going on?"

"Grandpa Reed's in trouble. We need to get back now."

Clara toward the car, he was already dialing emergency services. By the time they got

did everything we could. Reed had a stroke. He's

staggered backward, tears streaming down her cheeks. "That's impossible. Grandpa Reed was just fine a while

a madwoman, only to see him lying in his

doorframe, almost tearing her nails off. She couldn't believe that the man lying on the bed was Grandpa Reed. Just before they had left, he had told her to dress smartly so as not

the bed. Her fingers gently traced Grandpa Reed's wrinkled cheek. The cold

knees, burying her face on Grandpa Reed's body, her cries filling

his own was being torn apart. He thought of the instigator of this tragedy,

the excitement of presenting the wedding gifts. "lan, don't

seconds before he could whisper,

mean gone? Wasn't he supposed to come with us for the wedding gifts presentation? He couldn't have been overwhelmed by city

know what she said to him, but after she left, he had a stroke and died. You

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